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Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Self-portrait, "A Christmas Carol" style

This is Mom with her great granddaughter Alex.

I see my Ghosts of Christmas Future and of Christmas Past in this photo. I looked uncannily like Alex 39 years ago. Will I look like Mom 36 years from now? I look into their eyes, and somehow see myself.

On a lighter note.

Literally seconds after the above photo, and you can sort of see the start of it in her expression above, Mom thumbed her nose at me. This one makes me laugh.

"It is a tragedy of the first magnitude that millions have ceased to use their hands...this great gift...It is highly likely that a time will come when we shall be so incapacitated and weak that we shall begin to curse ourselves for having forgotten the use of the living machines given to us by God."

Mahatma Gandhi

Peace. It does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble, or hard work. It means to be in the midst of those things and still be calm in your heart. (Unknown)